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Bark in the Park

There is a craze which has hit major league (and I suspect minor as well) in the last few years.

You have hear of of “take your child to work? which in some areas of the country seems to have spread to “take your pet to work.”

Well, in baseball it is the annual opportunity to take your pup out to a ball game. Of course, an official ticket is required and there is a seating section reserved for dogs and their people. There is a dog play area set aside, judging for costumes (yes, really) with prizes for themes, cutest and a whole long list. Since the sponsors locally are a couple of pet food producers there are also samples. Nylabone (sp) is one of the multiple site sponsors, so that expensive ticket also includes a bone in the goodie bag.

The dogging parade went along the warning track which meant that we could look straight down from the right field bleachers. Of note, the kids costumes were as much fun as those on the dogs with cowkids, superheros and more than one ballerina. Alex came along for the game, but sensibly left dogs at home.

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash.
After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children so that I can drive them, all of whom I adore, totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 38 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either.
I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying.
Life is good!